PLEASANCE BENT OVER the large sketch pad, her hand skimming the surface quickly and efficiently as she attempted to recreate, from memory, the paintings she’d done for Raia. She’d only been able to reproduce parts of three of them so far. But Brita was sending them around the country to the different law enforcement agencies for verification of their identities.
The Seattle police had, of course, already verified the University Bridge drawing.
Alfric set a hot cup of coffee in front of her. She looked up and smiled. “Thanks.”
He sat down across from her, his own mug of coffee cradled in his hands on the table in front of him. “How’s it going?”
Pleasance put her pencil down and sat back, hunching her shoulders with weariness. “To tell you the truth I’m a bit frustrated. I know I’m missi
